You make me
Want to break
My already
Broken heart
Just for you
I want to do it
So that
When you leave me
(not if but when)
Nobody else
Can put me
Back together;
Making you
The last man
Who ever
Had me.
robert frost said, when you read a great poem, you know the moment it strikes you that you have taken an immortal wound, and you know instantly that you have been scarred for life. this poem has done exactly that. only verses from a poet's wounded soul can scar an equally wounded reader's poetic sensibilities this way. i love this. this is you and your poetry at your best.
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